“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” — Maya Angelou

As I am not home for Mother’s Day this year I wanted to make a little tribute to my mum, Glenda Clementson whom my amazing life wouldn’t be possible without.     One of my youngest memories of mum is when I was quite young and deprived of animals I went on a quest to catch […]

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C A L I F O R N I A

This is a place where the overhead train announcements sound like Stephen Hawkins, where the helicopters actually talk to you from overhead and the homeless are very exact with how much they want from you i fact three dollars was the last request. Don’t get me wrong make sure you read their signs they can […]

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